Dear Santa.

Dear Santa,

Remember last year?

Well, I just wanted to thank you for the iPod touch you sent me.

It's sure come in handy since the other gift I asked for arrived. (I forgot to mention last year that one of the perks of the iPod is that you only need one hand to use it. Same with my Kindle, even though Shallow Man, rather than you, gave that to me for our anniversary/law school graduation/Mother's Day.)

So, since I got everything on my list, I really don't have anything I want to ask you for this Christmas (at least not for myself. But I trust you'll bring something special for the Little Guy).

But don't worry, I'll still leave out milk and cookies for you. The way I figure it, the way you came through this year, you've definitely earned them.

Respectfully and very gratefully yours, & cetera.



P.S. Oh, also? Remember how I mentioned how a firstborn child was a great gift idea because you could use it for bartering?

Well, after careful consideration of the firstborn son now sleeping on my lap, I take it back.

I wouldn't trade him for anything.

Checking in.

I haven't forgotten this blog, I promise. I've just been, well, busy. And being busy with a newborn, while it is lots of fun and provides cool things to blog about, isn't something I want to continually post about on this particular blog. I know that there were times before I had a child when other people had new babies and were so in love with them and didn't want to talk about anything else and while I was happy for them, it also hurt. I don't want to rub it in anyone's face, as it were.

But I will try to post on here more often in the future.

Not right now, because it's already late and I need to head to bed. But soon.